Wednesday, May 12, 2010

We Made It!

We are home!!! The United States of America! We made it. My gosh, what a long, long trip it was. Thirty-one hours? Longer? We left Saudi at 7:30P on Monday night. We arrived at the home we will be staying at until we find a home last night at 8P - or 3A Saudi time - Tuesday.The Kids did just fine considering the ordeal. This has all happened so fast and the last couple of weeks with packing, inventory and movers - then the trip - which, by the way I did by myself - DH will be home in a few days - he had to finish some paperwork - it has all just been one big whirlwind. Some of it has not quite "sunk in." I am exhausted, both physically and mentally. The next couple of days are going to be "down time" for me. I need it. Down time and wine. Lots of wine!This blog will switch over to Stilettos in the States. Expect that soon. Oh, don't think for a skinny minute I don't have some things to say about my life for the past seven years... I do. Some of it may not be all good, either. I bit my tongue while I lived there. I don't have to bite my tongue and keep quiet about what life was REALLY like in Saudi Arabia ever again.

Get your free speach moments in quick, Sabra, while you're still allowed. "Redistribution of speech" Kagan may leave you a narrow window in which to say these things. Perhaps the Wine Recovery phase should be stretched out for three years, but i am looking forward to your post-theocracy debriefings.

Welcome Home!!!!Lifting a beer to your return.Isn't it great to be able to say things like "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights...?"After you rest, go drive the fastest automobile you can get your hands on, and call me in the morning.I hope DH has a safe trip home.

Glad you and the Kids made it home safely. Won't it be fun to type s e x instead of xes?:-)I'll be flying home in 10 days for a month to see parental units and some of the kids and kidlets. Border's Books. Shorts and tank tops in public. Fighting traffic. oh my ;-) Rest up well my friend. I am looking forward to the new perspective.

Sorry we've made such a mess of the place since you've been away, but we're trying to at least partially fix it during this fall's elections.

Looking forward to reading the truth about the sandbox. I spent a couple of weeks each in Turkey and Egypt traveling by myself, and even in that short amount of time, the absence of women in public was striking. In Turkey I twice saw men striking woman on the street in broad daylight, and as a westerner, I had to curb my protective impulses to intervene, lest I wind up in prison myself.

About Me

Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there was a Woman who thought she was living the American Dream. Her childhood, although now not particularly memorable, was fairly normal. She went to school. She got a job. She met a tall, blonde and handsome pilot and married him. It was all good. They were the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple. The handsome pilot built her the house of her dreams in North Carolina, where she thought they would live for the remainder of their many, many days to come. Circumstances, totally out of the control of this lovely Ken and Barbie couple, changed everything. Shortly afterward, they came to find themselves living a whole new life in the Eastern Province of Saudi Arabia. Oh, sure, they are still the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple, but Barbie now wears an abeyah over her designer outfits when she leaves her house, she has given up her pink convertible because she is not allowed to drive, and she no longer has an office that she visits five days a week, instead choosing to spend her time as a stay-at-home wife and an over-protective, doting Mommy to their two absolutely adorable, much loved and very, very pampered four-legged “Kids.”